This is the twenty-third chapter of “The Policeman.” As we have stated in earlier chapters, the story contains bisexuality and sexual acts involving adults and under-age minors, both related and non-related, in accordance with the shared story preferences of the authors. If any of this is objectionable to you, you might like to leave and go to another story.
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The call to Donna was most difficult for Brian to make. Those words he said to explain felt like burning coals on his tongue.
“I've been arrested,” he heard himself say. A long pause after he spoke trying to form that excruciating sentence, “…for attempted child molestation.” The silence that followed Donna's gasp was agony.
“Oh, Brian! How… how… why… Oh, shit. Never mind. We'll sort all this out later,” she sounded hurt, and angry. He heard her sobbing quietly, which stopped suddenly when another voice spoke.
It was Oliver. “Why are you crying, mommy?” he asked.
It was a slightly steadier tone when she said, “It's daddy. We need to go get him.”
“Is he all right?” Oliver asked, concern in his voice.
“Yes, daddy's OK. But he needs us,” she said, assuring him.
She spoke more clearly, the first shock having dissipated, when she said to Brian, “We're coming down now, honey. Where are you?”
He gave her the location where she could pay the bail, and then retrieve him from the jail.
“Brian,” she said in her soft, sympathetic voice, “I love you. We can work this out. I know we can. We're on our way. Bye, honey.” A kiss, followed by the disconnection.
It was the start of a long, dreadful day. Finding the bail bondsman, arranging payment, signing papers, then moving on to the jail.
Approaching the front desk with the paperwork, she felt as thought every person in the room knew why she was there: to get her child molesting husband out of jail.
It was as though she could hear their shocked whispers, “Did you hear? Her husband is a fucking boy lover! They oughta cut his balls off. Bastard.”
None of it was true, of course, but tension and stress were conspiring to make her mind wander. How she wanted to be home! Safe from those eyes with their hateful glare!
Her voice was shaking as she announced why she was there to the bored-looking sergeant seated behind the desk. He took her papers, glanced through them, and invited her to step into an adjacent office. She met another officer, who seemed trained to treat all visitors with a modicum of respect. It wasn't this woman who had been charged with anything, but her husband. He fought hard to keep his disgust hidden.
He had just finished the paper work and was about to rise, when Phil entered the room. He looked first at Donna and then at Oliver, and his eyes locked onto the boy's. Oliver knew that look. He smiled sweetly at Phil and said in his slightly soprano voice, “Hi, Mr.”
Phil nearly dropped to his knees when he realized that this beautiful young boy was flirting! Yes! Flirting with him. He swallowed hard, his mind spinning. How could he know? With some effort, he made his voice say, “Hi, young man. What are you doing up so early?”
“We're here…,” he began before Donna interrupted to finish in a steady confident manner, “We're here to pick up my husband, Brian. He was arrested last night.”
One more shocker that left Phil feeling that fate had really tossed him one too many balls to juggle. He turned to the officer and said, “Dick, why don't I take care of this lady?”
“Thank you, Phil. Never liked doing this part of my job.” He rose from his chair and left the room.
“Hello, Mrs. Wick,” he said pleasantly, “I'm officer Klocko, the guy who arrested Mr. Wick a few hours ago.”
Donna gasped as though in the presence of evil itself.
“Y… you… you did this?” she said weakly, placing her hands on the table top. A tear trickled down her cheek.
“I'm sorry, but yes. I was at the scene when we, uhm, picked him up.” He acted as professionally as he could with a weeping and distraught wife and her son. His voice low and easy, he continued. “I'll have to interview you and your son at some time within the next few days.”
She looked at him with tortured eyes. “Like hell. I'm his wife. I don't have to say one word to you about this.” She stood suddenly, almost knocking her chair over, and nearly tripping as she did.
He stood to offer his hand, which she grasped. Once steady, she yanked it back, and said, “I want to get out of here. Now!” she said through clenched teeth.
“Mrs. Wick. I know you're upset, but I will have to see you.”
“Now. Out!” Donna seethed.
Phil took the papers and said, “Wait here. I'll be back with Mr. Wick in a few minutes.” He left the room, glad to be out of the steely look from that guy's wife. Walking quickly down to the lock-up, he presented the papers to another officer, who let Phil in and led him to Brian's cell.
He was seated on the floor, back against the wall, his head on his crossed arms. Whether it was from despair, exhaustion, fear, or shame, he didn't know, but it left him isolated from the world. He didn't even look up, when the officer called his name, “Brian Wick.” No response. “Wick! Hey, Wick! It's time to go.” With those words, Brian raised his head and looked at Phil with bleary eyes.
“Huh? What?” he asked.
The door swung open, but he only stared at it unmoving.
Phil stepped in, gripped his arm, helped lift him, and led him out. “Mr. Wick, your wife and son are waiting for you,” he said.
At the words “wife and son,” Brian became alert.
“Is she angry?” he asked Phil.
“Pissed, yes. But not at you. At me. I'm the guy who took you in.”
They walked together, almost like old friends chatting about the next Angels game.
“Ironic, isn't it. I'm just doing my job, but I'm the fuckin' bastard.” He chuckled. “Oh, and please inform her that someone from the station will interview her. She's not happy 'bout that.”
“Interview for what? You caught me with my hand in the cookie jar. Why do you need to speak with her? By law, anything she says about me is privileged. It can't be used against me, her husband.”
“Yeah, I know that. Let's just agree to do it, and we'll be gone. Won't see you till your trial.” That's what he said, but what he really wanted, was to talk to the sweet-looking son. For one so young, he was smarter in some ways than grown men. He'd instantly understood that Phil was a boy lover too. Although hanging out with such a hot looking lady like his wife had its pluses too.
“OK, I'll get her to calm down. My attorney will be there too, so I see no problem.”
“You got someone? That's fast! Most lawyers don’t want to take cases like this. Nobody wants to have that on his or her record.”
“We know some good people who will happily defend me against this,” replied Brian.
“Well, here we are,” Phil said, opening the door to the interview room, where Donna and Oliver were waiting. Brian entered and Phil closed the door. He could hear the happy sounds of re-union as he walked away, lost in his own thoughts of that boy!
Later that day, tired as she was, Donna made the call to the name of the lawyer that Brian had given her.
“Hello,” came the soft southern drawl of one from Georgia.
“Hello. I'm Donna Wick. Is this Arnold Green?”
“Yes t'is,” came the soft Southern voice.
“Oh, I'm so glad to talk to you,” Donna almost sobbed in relief.
“Now you just slow down, young lady, and tell me what's on your mind.”
His initial impulse was to hang up. How did she get his home phone? But the delectable voice of a woman was holding him hostage. True he might find a cock more interesting than a cunt at times, but women, and their beauty, still intrigued him. And kept him talking to her as well.
“I'm Brian's wife, he gave me your number,”
“Brian Wick,” he said contemplatively. “Brian Wick…”
“Brian told me that he'd met you at one of the men's nights at Fred's. He and our son, Oliver, met you and your son, Jed.”
Somehow it was always easier to recall the beautiful boys, than their fathers, he met at Fred's home. Brian? Oh! Brian! That gorgeous cock he'd sucked and his son, pretty little Oliver. With those details no wife could possibly know, he understood the voice. Brian's wife. Remembering how tight that boy's bottom was on his cock still brought back memories of delight. “Why, yes, Mizz Wick. Ah do recall your husband. Please go on. Tell me. What can ah do for you?”
Donna told and told and told. At first firmly in control, her voice gradually became more and more teary.
After ten minutes of her story and what Brian had given her, he said, “Mizz Wick. Ah want you to be at ease. Ah will take your husband's case.”
“Oh, thank you!” she said, greatly relieved, just before they disconnected.
“Who was that, daddy?” a boy's voice asked him.
“Business,” he answered, looking down at the boy kneeling between his thighs, holding his rigid cock.
“Can I keep sucking you, daddy?” he asked.
“Please do, baby,” he said, stroking Jed's blond head. “You really are a wonderful cock sucker. Go slowly, I want this to last.” He lay his head back, lost in the marvelous feeling. He made a mental note to call Brian later. Find out just what the hell was this all about.
Phil, with an accompanying officer, arrived at Brian's home and parked on the curb. “Nice place,” said his assistant.
“These are actually good people,” replied Phil. “They make things happen which gives them a nice living.”
“Even if one of them happens to be a molester of children?” the other asked.
“Dick,” replied Phil gruffly. “How many times do I have to remind you…,” paused the very steely voice. “You ain't the jury. Next time I hear your opinions getting in the way of an interview, you might be on fuckin' traffic control for six months. Now lose the attitude.”
Dick swallowed hard and said, “Damn, Phil, take it easy. I'm OK.”
“Thank you for clarifying that,” said Phil, getting out of the car. They walked to the door, where Phil rang the bell. Inside they heard the sound of running bare feet. The door opened, and a breathless Oliver stood looking at them.
“Won't you come in?” Oliver asked.
“Thank you,” answered Phil, as he and his partner stepped onside. Oliver shut the door and indicated they were to follow him. In the living room, Donna and Arnold R. Green, the attorney defending Brian, were sitting.
She stood as they came in and indicated the couch for them to sit.
“Thank you for taking time to allow us to talk with you. I can appreciate the stress you are going through…,” Phil began, before Arnold cut him short.
“Officer, you have a duty; please begin.”
It was then that Oliver chose to join them. Rather than sitting with his mother, he unexpectedly climbed onto Phil's lap. Donna's gasp of surprise was echoed by Phil's.
“Hi, mister,” said Oliver looking at Phil. “Are you going to put my daddy in jail?”
Donna started to speak, but Arnold's hand stopped her. “Let him,” he cautioned her. He understood the dynamics between a man such as Phil, and Brian, and himself. Oliver was flirting with the man.
“Huh? What? N… n… no, I'm not going to do that,” Phil objected. “I just want to find out a little about you and your mom,” he added apologetically.
“I hope not, 'cause I love my daddy. I couldn't live without him home every day. He helps me with my homework and stuff. He plays with me… a lot,” The smile on Oliver's face hinted that play involved more than tossing a football around. He felt a small hand move down to caress his growing cock. Oliver looked at Phil with those liquid eyes and said, “You must have someone you like a lot, don't you?”
Phil was feeling very nervous. The light, almost accidental touch of the boy's hand over his growing hard on. At that moment, he looked at Donna, who had witnessed the touch. Phil instantly understood. She had seen! She saw the look on Phil's face as Oliver's hand grazed his fly. Brian and Dave behaved the same way in the presence of their loving sons. She sensed his secret; Phil was a boy lover too.
Swallowing hard, he eased Oliver off of his lap. Even though the home was air conditioned, he felt sweat trickle down the inside of his arms. When he looked at Donna, he didn't see the angry woman, but one satisfied. The only one who hadn't seen Oliver's caress was Phil's partner. “Thank you for your cooperation. We won't be contacting you again.”
Donna and Arnold stood with the police officers. While she escorted them to the door, Arnold was writing something on one of his business cards. In her heart, Donna knew the nightmare was almost over.
The lawyer joined them at the door and handed Phil the card. Their handshake lasted just a teensy bit longer. Phil's breath stuck in his throat and he nodded.
After returning to the station, he finished up some details. The phone rang. “Hello,” he answered. The voice on the other end was Arnold's.
“Officer,” he said. “It's important that we speak in private. Can you meet me at my office in an hour?”
Phil checked the clock on the wall. It was already after 6:00; his duty day was over. “Sure,” he answered. Pulling the card from his pocket, he noted the address. “I have your card, I can be at your place in about twenty minutes.”
Entering the office, he was very surprised to find Donna there as well. “Mrs. Wick. Hello again.”
She was seated when Arnold escorted him into his office. Her blouse was not fully buttoned, giving him an unexpected and most delightful view of her near transparent lacy bra and what lay beneath. Her skirt was stylishly short, exposing a pair of beautiful legs. Phil didn't care how or why. He was enjoying what she was offering, accidental or otherwise. Looking at her beautiful, smiling face, he felt a pang of desire for her.
Once again, Arnold's handshake suggested even more, that this man was gay. The way his eyes gazed into Phil's was sending electric pulses through his body.
Phil took the chair next to Donna, while Arnold chose to lean back against the desk resting his butt on the edge. “Officer,” he said, but was cut short.
“Please, call me Phil.”
“Very well, Phil. The reason I, that is, we…” he said, indicating Donna, “…invited you here is to discuss some facts about this case.”
Reaching behind him, Arnold lifted a manila folder from his desk, opened it, and handed it to Phil. He leaned back to see the result of his partner’s snooping.
Phil's smile vanished the instant he saw what was inside. The picture of Christopher lay atop several typed pages of what seemed to be a report. After glancing through it, his heart sank, for he knew his secret was out. Phil sat, unmoving, holding the picture. “Where did you get this?”
“We have our methods, just as you in policing do,” Arnold went on. “You recognized the picture, didn't you? It's Christopher, your lover,” he went on. “How old is the boy?”
Ignoring the question, he asked despondently,“What are you going to do with it?”
“Nothing, actually. We just want you to know that your secret life is very similar to Brian's.”
“I realize that. But it's out of my hands now,” he said, raising his head to look at Arnold.
“It only appears to be. But…” added the lawyer.
“But? What do you mean?”
Arnold went on to explain the several illegal acts that needed to be taken, and Phil's smile returned.
“I'll do it!” he said. “It will make up for the damage I might have caused.”
“I think…” said Donna in her very sultry voice, “…this deserves a reward.”
Grinning, Arnold agreed.
“Let me take care of Phil for the good deeds he's about to do for Brian.”
“I'll just watch, unless it looks like you want help.”
Puzzled by these cryptic remarks, Phil turned his head to see Donna loosening the remaining buttons of her blouse.
Though startled by such a brazen act, Phil retained his composure, and simply watched the scene unfolding before him.
Her blouse off, the bra followed quickly, exposing her lovely breasts. Donna rose from her seat, stepped in front of Phil, and knelt before him.
He understood what she meant by reward. It had been a while since a woman had sucked him off. Though he preferred men, whom he thought gave superior blow jobs.
His eyes moved to see Arnold pulling out his erection, about to enjoy seeing this. How many times had he done the same while watching some sexy scenes on a porn site.
Donna was looking up at him coquettishly. Her hands working to unbuckle and unbutton his pants. His hard rod lay beneath one final layer of clothing. “You're very big!” she said, running her hand over its length.
His grin was frozen in place, knowing what she was about to do.
Donna reached in, closed her fingers around his hot, hard penis, and slowly withdraw it from its sheath.
“Ahhh,” she sighed, laying it against her cheek.
He reached down to cup each lovely breast in his hands. Their firmness, yet softness, reminded him how much he still hungered for a woman.
“Now for the best part,” she whispered to him as she lowered her mouth over his head, and began to suckle on his throbbing prick. When it was done, he realized that some women do know how to satisfy a man.